It isn't right to play such dirty tricks on a friend! You might at least have sent me word by a commissionaire.

Ah! no, you know, joking apart, it's too bad.

And with all that, it rained so hard that I got my pickets full of water.

Honor bright, you might still catch enough fish in 'em for a meal." The others wriggled with laughter.

That animal My-Boots was just a bit on; he had certainly already stowed away his two quarts of wine, merely to prevent his being bothered by all that frog's liquor with which the storm had deluged his limbs.
"Hallo! Count Leg-of-Mutton!" said Coupeau, "just go and sit yourself there, beside Madame Gaudron.